Growing Wings

 

My feet hardly seem to touch the ground

I am motionless as the world slides beneath me

Breathe, breathe deep, breathe in life

I live whole lifetimes before my foot returns to earth

The moment I feel the cage of earth’s motionlessness

I throw it behind me propelling myself forward and back into the air.

Breathe, breathe deep, breathe in life

My hear pounds on my ribcage urging me on

It screams for more, more drive, more pressure, more life.

I am the most alive in flight, watching the worlds blur past me.

Breath, breathe deep, breathe in life

Brining the horizon into the palm of my hand

My feet have grown wings

 

Author's Note

First draft, feel free to criticize.

Reviews

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

Ahhhhhhh to dream only to realize I'm walking! But it's interesting how much we take for granted. Walking is a great privilege and as sweet as it would be to fly, I love to walk. I love the visual illustrations and imaginative story that you told here. Good write!

[Clint Hale]

I really enjoyed the last few lines of this. To me, they are certainly the strongest.

[Fidheallir]

I like how you draw out the moment in your poem-- it was only when I read it a second time that I realized you were talking about footsteps.